Oh, dear. vw, that's no good.
The Mayor ,'End of Days'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Anne, you're up awfully early too.
Yup. But then again, I fell asleep at something like 8:30 last night.
I just got home from work. Hopefully I can finish up this list of emails I have to send and then get to bed soon.
But I think the one you refer to as "magic" (because it IS) is the Anderson Valley Winter Solstice.
t scampers off to find out if we can find it anywhere
So, I mentioned the travelling part of my weekend earlier, but I did not mention that Tom and I actually went into downtown Salem after work on Friday for some dinner and beer at the Salem Beerworks. Mad. Ness. I mean, I assumed so, but to see it firsthand... jeez. SO CRAZY!
It'll be over on Thursday, at any rate.
Last night, Joe woke up in pain that actually brought tears. After trying a few things, he got up and slept downstairs. I was a little pissed at him because he was supposed to be on Ellie-watch (although she actually went back to sleep very easily).
This morning, he went to the clinic. They did an EKG and said they think he had a heart attack. First of all, he's 39 years old and in great shape! Second, am I the biggest ass of a wife or what? I'm so thankful I didn't share my irritation with him.
I thought it was perhaps a panic attack, because those can feel llike heart attacks, I think, and he was very anxious about being in charge of Ellie, but panic attacks don't show up on an EKG, do they?
He's going to the hospital now and says he will let me know what they say.
{{{{{Stephanie&Joe}}}}}} lots of quick and accurate diagnosis ~ma. And a fair sprinkling of heart health~ma.
{{{{{Stephanie and Joe}}}}} Tons of ~ma.
{{{Stephanie and Joe}}}. Whatever it was, I'll be wishing the quickest possible healing.
Oh wow, Stephanie. Thinking of you both.